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JUST A FICTIONAL STORY. NOT BASED ON REAL PEOPLE, EVENTS, OR LOCATIONS. NOT A PLAN OF ANY FORM.
Chapter Fourteen
Sara couldn’t believe this was happening. She wanted to scream in his face, to bite him, to make a run for it. But there was nothing she could do. The ring in her mouth locked her mouth wide open, and her arms and legs were completely incapacitated. There was no way for her to fight back, and she knew the man would win one way or another. Accepting another defeat, Sara shyly crawled over to him where he knelt in front of the big black tub and halted only a few feet before him. She could feel his eyes on her, but she couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze again. This was just too humiliating.
She’d been seen in the shower once by her mother when she was in her early teens and that was embarrassing then. But this was totally different. This man had her and he would have his way with her as well. She felt like a toy to him. With a slight grin the man wrapped his arms under her chest and belly and hoisted her up and into the big plastic bath tub. She was confused as to why he would keep her in the suit for a bath though. She wasn’t very dirty at all, but even if she was only half of her skin was showing in the wretched dog costume.
The water in the tub was only luke warm, but it felt great on her naked flesh after being out in the cold for so long. The man looked down at her as he cupped the muzzle shaped mask strapped to the lower half of her face, and forced her to look up at him.
“You’re being a very good puppy, Daisy” he said softly. “Now let’s get that mask off and we’ll clean you up a little bit.” Sara’s ears perked up at that. He was going to take the mask off? He’d have to take the ring out too, then she could finally speak to him. Her mind was racing as she tried to come up with something to say. She had to say something short and sweet, something that would make him second guess everything he’d done to her. She had one short window of opportunity to try to convince her captor to release her. The man placed his hands on the buckles holding the mask in place, and one by one they fell away, until the only strap remaining was the one running to the back of her head to hold the sides of the snout and the ring in place. He undid the last strap quickly but didn’t pull the mask away immediately.
Instead, he looked down into Sara’s eyes and gave her a powerful look. Not a mean one, but the kind that reminded her of how mean he could be... and that he was in complete control.
“One word, Daisy, and I promise you will regret it. You’re my little Golden Puppygirl now, and you do not speak.” Sara was crushed. He didn’t want to hear anything she had to say, and he’d punish her if she spoke up at all. But this was her only shot... Her chances of escape were slim to none, especially with all the restraints, chains, fences, and her not knowing where the hell she was. But if he would only let her speak maybe she could convince him to release her.
His eyes glared down at her so intensely that she trembled in the tub, making the water stir a little bit. The man pulled the mask away and Sara had to blink away the tears as she fought to muster all of her courage. The mask was completely removed and she suddenly had regained the use of her mouth. Her jaw ached a little, and her mouth was incredibly try, but she was sure she could do this. She waited until he put the jumble of leather down by the side of the tub and then pulled away from him as far as the entrapping bath tub would allow. Anything to gain just a few more second without the gag. Just to get a few more words out before he inevitably regained control.
“Please sir, please let me go!” she shouted as she pulled away. She noticed immediately how raspy her voice had gotten, probably from having an open mouth all day long. Even worse, talking hurt her tongue more than she had expected it to. The piercing had definitely caused some swelling. She saw a flash of annoyance cross his face as he reached forward with his left hand, attempting to grab hold of the ring on her collar. “Please sir, I don’t want to be your dog, I’m not your dog, or your pet, or toy or anything!” she screeched as she attempted to paw away his hand as he reached for her collar.
“Shut the fuck up, you fucking animal!” he snapped back. Out of the corner of her eye she saw he had the leather snout back in his right hand, ready to reattach it to her. “Mister, please I’m begging you for mercy!” she cried out, hoping that her begging and pleas would find his conscience. “Please I just want to go home.” With his index finger looped through the ring at her throat he regained control of her and drew her towards him. He was so strong, and she was so small and heavily handicapped. She stood no chance, but continued to cry and beg. “Please Mister I don’t want to live like this. I’m a person!”
“I said shut you snout, pet! Dogs don’t talk, Daisy!” The man wasn’t having any of it. He had her pulled up close to him at the edge of the tub and with his other hand he closed in with the mask. With only a split second to spare before he forced the dreaded mask back on her she searched for one last thing to strike a nerve.
“My name isn’t Daisy, IT’S SARA!!!” she shouted at him as loudly and as defiantly as she could manage. As she drew out the last syllable of her name and her mouth was wide open, the man lodged the wide metal ring back into place. In short order, he had the strap running to the back of her head done up tightly.
“You’re a nasty little pet bitch, and you’re going to get what’s coming to you.” He buckled the strap beneath her chin more tightly than he had before, leaving her grimacing in pain. He did the same with the straps running over the top of her head each way, forcing an uncomfortable amount of pressure to encompass her skull. The man then reached into the tub and placed his big arms under her stomach and lifted her from the water, only to let her back down on the purple towel beside it. The man scowled harshly as he lifted another towel and roughly dried Sara off, even on the rubber and leather clothing that covered her.
The man then stood and walked away to the metal cabinets, leaving Sara scared on the floor. She had never felt as scared and alone in her life as she did right then. Whenever he went to the cabinet he came back with something bad. Then again, he’d never done anything ‘good’ for her since their meeting. Sara remained on all fours by the tub, watching the man as he reached up into the metal box. He pulled out a small plastic tub filled with other things which she couldn’t see, as well as a small red duffel bag.
“Get your skinny ass over to the crate, Bitch” he ordered harshly. Sara was so terrified that she didn’t hesitate to comply, in fact she moved rather quickly to the pink cage and stopped just in front of the door. It was late, and she did feel pretty tired. Maybe he was just going to lock her in the cage for the night, that was all. She almost hoped he would. The cage looked safer than being out in the same room as him, and she felt even more at risk now that she’d made him so angry.
The man approached her from behind and very roughly undid the strap between her nether lips and ass crack. It was somewhat relieving to have that removed, but she was worried as to why he would do that now.
“I want to see your ass in the air, puppydog.” He then stooped over her from behind and pushed down on her shoulder blades, forcing her to go down until her elbows rested on the floor mats and her face was nearly stuck into the floor. Sara felt herself starting to cry again as the fear built up within her. She started to sob there on the floor before him, and she felted a little happy that her pigtails were falling to the sides of her head to somewhat hide her face from him.
“Now get that ass higher, bitch” he said ferociously, “And arch the back.” Sara did the best that she could to comply with his orders. She brought her stumped legs closer up to her torso so that her buttocks were high in the air, and arched her back as far as she could manage. It wasn’t very long at all before she felt a tightness in the muscle in her lower back, and it started to hurt. “I said higher, Daisy!” he shouted from behind as he fooled around with whatever terrible items he’d pulled from the cabinet. Again, Sara tried to draw her stumped legs closer to her tummy so that her buttocks were high up. She hadn’t foreseen this outcome to her speaking, but she had to say something to him and that was her only shot. Even if he punished her, he had heard what she had to say and he couldn’t ignore it now. “If you dare leave that position, you’re in for a world of hurt” he warned meanly.
Sara remained in that position for a good five minutes, quietly sobbing to herself and internally hating herself for getting into this humiliating situation. Finally though, she felt the man place his left hand on her left buttock as his right slowly pulled the big rubber plug from her asshole. The plug came loose at last and Sara felt relieved to have it go, but she knew deep down that the release would not last for long.
“Do you remember how I told you to answer questions, Daisy?” he asked her from behind.
“Arph!” she quickly replied.
“Good dog. Now answer this... did that plug feel real big in your tight little asshole today?”
“Arph” Sara replied, though it was half-sob as she recalled the event of him plugging her by force.
“Would my little Golden like to see it?” Sara paused on the floor with her face pressed to the rubber mats. Why would she want to see it? And how would she say no?
“Arph!” she barked loudly, trying to compensate for the fact that she had hesitated. The man was then suddenly kneeling at her side, and before her face he held a small, black rubber sex toy. The toy was shaped somewhat like a raindrop, except the back end flared out so that it would allow her sphincter to seal around it. The back end also had several inches of threaded metal, which was how he’d attached the big fluffy tail to her rear end. It was maybe only the size of his thumb, but it was without a doubt the same toy that he had forced inside her... she could see a light coat of her own feces on it. It felt so big in her; it was only maybe a third the size she’d thought it to be. The smell of shit stung her nostrils, and she was a little happy when the man pulled it away.
“Want to see what your new plug looks like?” he inquired...
New one?! He had more?! Sara’s eyes shot open so wide that she felt like they would pop from her head. Her breathing became heavier instantly as she dreaded what this ‘new’ toy would be. She didn’t have to wait long at all to find out though, as he held it right before her eyes.
This new thing was no toy. Before her eyes the man held a massive metal buttplug. The shape was predominantly the same, except that it was bigger in every dimension. The widest part of the ‘raindrop’ had to be at least two inches in diameter, but it could easily have been wider than that. From the tapered base to the end of the protrusion it had to be at least six or seven inches long. Like the other plug, this one also had the threaded metal protrusion to allow the fixation of the tail later on.
Sara wailed through the ring in her mouth at the sight of it. She wanted to turn and run but she didn’t dare attempt it. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. If she didn’t do as he told her he’d just get more forceful and then do something even worse to punish her again. When she thought about it she realized that any attempt to deny his wishes would just result in never ending punishments. The realization caused her to finally break down into tears once again, closing her eyes tightly to try to block out the world around her.
The man went back to her rear and gently rubbed her warm ass cheeks for several minutes. He seemed to be stalling for time, probably to force her to remain in that unbelievably painful position for a while longer. As time went on he began to get a little more adventurous though, and slowly he press one of his thumbs into her tight rear end. For a while longer he played with her asshole, but he never put his thumb in too deep. He was just toying with her and she knew it. He wanted to make her suffer in fear of what was to come. If he put that metal thing in her and ended it all too soon then he wouldn’t think it was much fun.
Suddenly the man stood and took a step back and another to the right. Sara sensed that he had something in his hands, but she couldn’t see it even in her peripheral vision. The man wound his hand back and swung down hard.
Whack! The wide leather flogger snapped loudly against Sara’s right ass cheek, forcing a lot screech from her. Whack! The man snapped the flogger down again. Whack! Again, whack, again, whack, again, whack, whack, whack, whack! by the tenth clash of the flogger on her ass Sara was gargling nonsensical howls from her deep throat. She felt so humiliated to be forced to remain in a position like this and just take a beating.
“I know I told you very clearly that if you said one word you would regret it.” Sara cried softly by his feet with her ass presented to him and her face to the floor. “Well I didn’t count, but I’d guess that you said maybeee... twenty five words?” The man began to slowly pace behind her, gauging how he wanted to strike next. “Well for every word you will receive one crack of the flogger to each of your pretty little ass cheeks...” Twenty five! he’d just done ten and her ass was on fire! “And when I’m done punishing your ass cheeks, you’ll get twenty five more to each of your tits...” Sara cried out at that. She couldn’t possibly withstand such a beating! Her right butt cheek felt like it was melting already, there was no way that she could take more.
All of a sudden, Whack! Whack, Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack! The man released a tirade of blows to her left ass cheek, leaving her a wailing mess on the floor. Sara cried out in pain as the man wound up and delivered one more, incredibly powerful smack to her left buttock. The last wallop sent her over the edge and she burst into tears. Sara felt so humiliated to be presenting her ass for such a degrading punishment. How someone could treat a helpless human being like this was far beyond her understanding, she just wanted the pain and misery to end. A wide puddle had formed on the floor mats before her face, as her drool and tears fell from her face.
The man stood behind her for a minute or two, waiting for her tears to begin to subside. She knew that he would continue once she starting to calm down again, which made her want to just keep crying loudly to buy time. But it was pointless she knew. He was going to whip her bottom more sooner or later.
Just as her crying had begun to simmer down to mere sobbing, the man released another flurry of smacks and glances on both of her ass cheeks. He struck the right cheek first, resulting in a loud smacking sound followed by another grunt from Sara. Then he swung the other way and came down on her left cheek. He swung the flogger back and forth ten times, forcing Sara to flinch in pain with each impact. By the time the man had finished, Sara was bawling her little eyes out once again.
She would give anything to be free of this whole situation. Sara stared down at the mat and the big puddle that she had produced and wished as hard as she could that this was all some sort of complicated dream. But she knew that it wasn’t. This was really happening. She was this man’s captive and he was going to do to her as he pleased whether she liked it or not. But what he wanted was to treat her like an animal, and for her to be his enslaved human puppydog. She couldn’t imagine a world in which she’d accept that. She had to fight his will. She had to resist as best as she could.
Sara’s crying subsided once again and like clockwork the man whipped the top of her ass cheeks back and forth until they were bright red and streaked with welt marks. Her bottom burned like it was actually on fire, and the skin was a radiant and deep shade of red. Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack! Sara tried to keep count. She wanted to know how close she was to being done with this terrifying ordeal. The pain was too much for her though, and so she lost track. The man just kept smacking away at her behind over and over again until she felt like it was going to catch fire.
Finally, the man ceased his onslaught. Sara remained in her position with her back arched as far as it would go and her tender buttocks jutting up into the air. She felt so weak now and the snout of her mask pressed hard into the padded floor, which in turn put pressure on the sides of her face. The man said something to her from behind but she was in her own world now, surrounded by her own humiliation and pain and sorrow. He sounded like he was far away, and his words seemed foggy in a way. Like he was just making noise.
The man spoke again but still Sara made no sense of his words. He seemed closer now though. The pain on her bottom was tingling like she was being pricked by thousands of tiny needles. But she continued to press her face into the floor, wishing that it would just open up and swallow her into oblivion. But she would not be that lucky.
Suddenly a pair of massive hands grabbed her from behind, taking firm holds on each of her shoulders. The man lifted her face from the floor and continued to pull her back until she was forced to ‘sit’ like a dog again. She knelt on her stumped legs and her arms were forced to come up from the floor to be held out in front of her. To her it was an uncomfortable position but to him it looked like she was a dog with her paws up as though she were begging for food. Sara was beginning to come out of her stupor now, and noticed the change in position. The man then crouched down behind her. His left hand remained in place on her left shoulder, but his right hand drifted around her small waist and up to her small tits.
Sara turned her head as far to the right as her collar would allow, and tried to meet the man’s gaze where he peaked out from behind her. The man’s dark brown eyes gazed into her teary blues from her peripheral vision. He was a pretty handsome man, but he was a crazy. His hands seemed so gentle to her as he caressed her small breasts. He had such massive hands and she had such small boobs. She could see the disappointment in his eyes as he couldn’t even get a hand full of tit to play with. He continued to play with her small breasts with a calm that confused her. He’d been so angry and mean only a minute ago. How could his demeanor change so fast like that?
Suddenly the man snapped back up to stand over her. Without a word he pulled another tool from his back pocket, a different kind of flogger. This one was not the wide belt, but a mess of tens of smaller strands of leather. With his hand still on her shoulder the man pulled Sara’s back towards his legs so that she was pressed up against him. Then with the handle of the flogger he reached under her head and lifted her chin, forcing her to look up into his eyes. They were mean eyes that got the message across; ‘don’t look away.’
Then the man pulled the flogger away and brought it down hard on her chest. There were so many individual tails to the whipping device that it didn’t matter if he went for her left breast or the right, they would both get hit either way. Sara let out a short gasp as the first few blows glanced against her bare breasts. This different flogger definitely hurt less than the last one he’d used, and Sara couldn’t help but think that this was mercy on his part. It wasn’t long before her head lulled back down so that it was held in an upward position only by the cupping of the collar.
It wasn’t long before the whip started to sting though, as more and more blood rushed to her tender breasts. Sara wanted so badly to just put her bound arms across her chest and block his attack as best she could, but she was more afraid of what he would do to her if she did. This whole beating and whipping was the result of her behaving badly. It was her own fault in a way.
With each blow to her small tits Sara flinched and get a high pitched whine. As she kneeled on the floor before him, taking this whipping to her small boobs she felt more drool dripping from her mouth and landing on her breasts. The collar prevented her from being able to look down and see them, but she was certain they must be red and crisscrossed with red welts by now.
The man paused for a few seconds and allowed her to get her breath back, which Sara was grateful for. His attacks were leaving her breathless every time he came down, and it was nice to be able to get as full a breath as her waist cinching corset would allow. Suddenly she felt his hand leave her shoulder and move down around her throat, then come up to cup her chin and snout. He gently lifted her head back, forcing her to look up and right at him where he stood behind her. His dark eyes gleamed down at her with a prevailing look to them.
“Does my puppygirl like getting whipped?” he asked. Sara immediately shook her head, no, but caught her mistake. He didn’t want her to answer like a person, she had to answer like a dog. To correct herself, she made a long and high pitched whine like a dog, and shrunk back into his legs. The man gave a pert little smile at her sudden change in behavior. “I didn’t think you would, Daisy girl. But this is only the start of your punishment. I’m going to make sure that you think long and hard before you try to speak again, girly.” Now he was returning to his mean demeanor, she saw. He wanted to hurt her more. Sara knew that she’d brought this on herself, but she never thought he’d react so harshly for her simply asking for her own release. Gazing up into her captors eyes, she felt a little less afraid for some reason. Here was the man who had kidnapped her, molested her, dressed her like a pet, and beaten her, but he was just a man.
Keeping her snout looking up with his left hand, the man used his right to finish his assault on her breasts. Sara kept count better this time, and was grateful when she reached ten lashed to each breast. He had to be done by now, she was sure of it. The man then released her snout and allowed her whole body to fall forward so that her padded hands met the floor. Sara was beyond grateful for that ordeal to be over at last.
“We’re not done here, yet” she heard him say from behind. “Get yourself back in the original position, ass in the air.” With that Sara let out a high pitched cry. She wanted to contest him, but there was truly nothing she could do. It wouldn’t matter if she fought him, he would win. He was bigger, stronger, and she was locked in this suit. Accepting total defeat, Sara followed his command and dropped to her elbows and pulled her stumped legs in close so that her big red butt was high off the ground. She could here him working with something behind her. There was the sound of a snap cap being closed, probably from a bottle of lubricant she was sure.
“Brace yourself, babygirl” he commanded as he worked with the plug behind her. “Don’t try to clench up it’ll make it worse. Just try to relax.”
A minute passed and then the man was behind her again. She obliged and did as he said. Either way that big metal plug would go inside her, and she would rather at least make the experience less painful. Suddenly she felt it; cold, wet, and hard pressing up against her tight butthole. The feeling immediately drew a gasp from her gaping mouth. The man pressed the plug hard, and she did her absolute best to keep her sphincter from clenching up. It felt so big inside her, already. As it slid even farther within her, she felt painfully full. And her asshole kept expanding as the toy got wider and wider, stretching her farther than she was prepared for. Sara cried out in sheer pain as the massive plug threatened to tear her in two.
The humiliation she felt only made it worse. She had never thought about it before, but she didn’t think that she ever would have accepted anything into her butthole on her own terms. Butt sex was a disgusting thing in her opinion, and now she was being fucked by this gigantic metal probe. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and drool flowed from her gaping jaw.
Finally, she felt the toy begin to shrink at the area of her butthole, allowing her sphincter to close up again. The toy slid deeper and deeper until her ass closed around the narrow base. Sara breathed heavily and closed her eyes tightly, silently thanking God that she was able to survive such an ordeal. With such a massive plug inside her, and with such a narrow end, it would be impossible for her to push it out herself. Sara felt it deep within her body. It was an uncomfortably large parasite lodged within her posterior. She then felt the man’s hands fiddling with the leather straps of her harness, and he very quickly pulled them together once more to doubly trap the massive intrusion inside her. The man did not pull the straps through her pussy lips though, and for that she was grateful. Without warning, Sara felt a sharp pain shoot through her nether lips. The man had attached something! Whatever it was, it hurt like hell. Suddenly the pain doubled as the man attached a second clamp to her other pussy lip. The man had attached a pair of bulky clamps to each of her pussy lips, leaving them in incredible pain. Sara couldn’t see it, but through her other senses she detected him attach something to the metal clamps as they dangled from her crotch. The man then stood and walked to her side, but kept his distance.
“Looks good, Daisy” he told her, proudly. “Tonight you’re going to learn a lesson that you won’t ever forget. That, I promise you girl.” The man put his hand low enough for her to see it and signaled for her to get back up on all fours, which she did immediately. She couldn’t believe the kind of pain she was in. Her buttocks still felt like they were being burned, her breasts were tingling with pain, her behind was filled and plugged, and now her nether lips were being pinched and stretched by those big and heavy clamps.
The man walked around to the other side of her and opened the door to the big pink crate. It didn’t look so big now. She would probably have to squeeze to get in there, she realized. The crate was designed for a big dog, not a small woman.
“You can go in face first or you can back yourself in. Makes no difference to me, but once you’re in don’t expect yourself to be able to turn around or anything.” With that Sara promptly crawled over to the entrance of the pink cage and turned herself about so that her butt was facing the open door. The man bore down on her with his dark eyes as she backed herself into the center of the cage. As she had thought, the cage proved to be very snug around her, leaving only about and extra inch or so on both her left and right. Once she felt her bound feet stop against the rear wall of the crate, she brought herself back down into the ‘sitting’ position in which she really knelt on her stumped legs. The roof of the crate proved too low for her to sit up, forcing her to keep her head and back hunched down uncomfortably low.
“Good girl” the man said to her, as he reached behind her and pulled a pair of black and red wires from behind her crotch and fed them through the side of the cage. Sara didn’t protest as he ran the long wires all the way over to the metal cabinets, where he plugged them into something hidden behind the metal container’s door. With his work done, the man then walked back to the cage and squatted down to look at his pet.
“You’ve had an interesting day, Daisy, but it’s not over yet” he told her as he swung the door to the cage closed in front of her face. The man placed a metal golden padlock on the center of the door, effectively locking Sara in. She barely had enough room to move side to side, and had only perhaps six inches between her snout and the door. “Speaking was the worst mistake you could have made, and the punishment you’re about to receive is going to make sure you don’t fuck up like that again.” Sara gave a pitiful whine as he spoke to her. She was afraid of what he meant. The pain that her body was in and the humiliation she’d endured combined to make her feel a hurricane of negative emotion. She just wanted to punishments to end, already. But she knew she’d messed up when she spoke, and now she was paying the consequences.
The man then walked over and opened the tall white door, looking back only for a brief second to take one last look at her as she lay pathetically within the confines of her cage. He then promptly flipped the light switch off and closed the white door behind him. Sara was left alone in the dark, locked in the tiny metal cage and within the confines of the dog suit that held her prisoner more effectively than anything else possibly could.
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